"Lina! Don't give him ideas, you know he just might!" Kuhn shouted, firing his rifle at one of the cannons onbard the pursuing shit, destroying the weapon. "Might do what?!" Chester asked,  as he climbed the ropes of the mast with two quick steps, leaping out from the mast, hitting a cannonball hard enough to send it back at the enemy without destroying the projectile, it landed on the maindeck of the pursuers, Chester was freefalling it seemed, straight into the water, but the pirate had secured a rope around his ankle, catching him at the height of Kuhn's barrel, Chester waved and grinned. "Howdy."

"I swear, Captain." Kuhn said, as the rope gave way, and Chester almost fell into the water, his fingers holding onto the edge of the ship, he heeved himself up, rubbing his shoulder - the one the guy from the other day had stabbed him in. He had showered since then, and was donning a couple of bandages 

"Phew. They've stopped chasing." Chester confirmed. "All right, they did not like us, no sir."

Chester went with the rest to check on the damages. "Man, that's my favorite hammock!" Chester said, as he was heading for the hole in the hull, as if he was gonna jump to the ships that had attacked them, Kuhn grabbed him by the collar. "Calm down, Cap'n."

"I'll go." Kuhn said. "I'm the least.. [i]piratey[/i] of us. Well, except for da lady. But I wouldn't wanna risk her well being on the island. And besides, I'm the one who'll end up repairing this place." The gunner said.

"Hey, I wanna go!" Chester said.

"I'll get parts to build the distillery I showed you the blueprints for, Cap'n." 

".. You may go."